A Short: Scobey . . .

I was 22 when I first heard of a town called Scobey, an immature child in his first year of college. In hindsight I wish I could say I was living in the moment.

I don’t think I have ever lived in the moment per se, but my reason for bringing this up is because the people I met at 22, the other mere children in their first years of college, talked of a place that seemed somehow idyllic, a place where maybe one could achieve this “living in the moment”. I heard stories of this thousand person town from what seemed like dozens of people, but now that I am actively remembering, I guess it was only about five, maybe less to be perfectly honest.

I spent my birthday in Scobey a few weeks back, puttin...